No one knows how a Canada goose egg ended up in the late spring of 2019 in a sandhill crane’s nest in a marsh connected to Wildwing Lake at Kensington Metropark in Milford, Michigan—a 4,486-acre haven for wildlife and waterfowl. Perhaps a pair of Canada geese (Branta canadensis) had begun to lay a clutch in this ideal nest site and had been driven off by a pair of sandhill cranes (Antigone canadensis) who claimed the nest for themselves. However it happened, when the egg hatched, the imprinting between gosling and mother crane was immediate and profound.
The crane pair also hatched one of their own. Although the mother crane nurtured both siblings, she devoted much of her attention to the gosling, allowing her own offspring to associate more closely with the father. “The Family,” as they were known in Michigan birding and wildlife communities, became a symbol to some of the love and devotion needed to be successful foster or adoptive parents.
The family’s daily routine included a trek through the woods to the park’s golf course nearby, where they foraged until returning in the late afternoon to their nighttime nest. It was difficult to believe the short, plump, web-footed Gosling could keep pace with the nimble, long-legged Cranes, but the parents walked slowly and navigated around, rather than over, obstructions on the woodland floor, enabling Gosling to keep up. Nearby, adult Canada geese paused to watch.
When the family entered the marsh where their nest was located, Gosling’s “nature” emerged—swimming, bobbing, and washing without prompting from the parents. But “nurture” was also evident. With a beak ill-suited to the task, Gosling regularly dug into the ground alongside Mother Crane in search of roots and worms. And after Father Crane killed hatchlings in a nest of red-winged blackbirds (Agelaius phoeniceus), Gosling mimicked the Cranes, violently shaking a little corpse in its bill until the broken body fell apart to make consumption possible.
The Crane’s diet of bugs and roots was healthy for both siblings, and Gosling supplemented the fare provided by its mother with grass, forest foliage, and marsh plants.As Gosling thrived, a guarded hope arose among observers that it might survive.
As the weeks passed, Gosling took on the appearance of an adult Canada goose. There was a change in personality, too. Gosling became an aggressive protector of its family. When they exited the woods and walked the human trails near their nest, Gosling would often charge unsuspecting park visitors and bite their legs.
Sandhill cranes and Canada geese intermingle freely in Michigan farm fields as migration approaches in the fall. What had begun as the only documented case of sandhill cranes adopting a bird from another genus could have taken on the appearance of a common, end-of-season association. But one day, shortly after the siblings began practicing to fly, Gosling failed to return to the nest with the family.
Birders who observe Canada geese commented that goslings typically practice flying on water, where a crash is a splash. They also noted that in the initial stages, goslings can veer one way or the other because they have not yet learned to control flight direction. Sandhill cranes practice flying on land, where their long legs cushion their landing. A gosling does not have this advantage. The crane parents would not have known that practicing on land was more dangerous for Gosling than for Colt.
The fairytale story came to a Diary of Anne Frank ending, but, like Anne, Gosling and the Cranes left a legacy that won’t soon be forgotten. By the time Gosling died, thousands of Michigan birders and wildlife enthusiasts were reading reports of the family posted online daily, and many confessed to weeping over the loss. All had marveled as the parents modeled everything humans aspire to be—coura-geous, devoted, resourceful, determined, tender, and—most unexpected of all—accepting of one so different from them-selves. And all grieved—not just for Gosling, but for the parents, whose valiant effort came to a heartbreaking end.
Shortly after Gosling died, Patricia Ann Komjathy, a member of the Michigan bird-watching community, wrote the following poem (with a nod to Tom Petty):
Learning to fly on gosling wings, Coming down is the hardest thing. Rest in peace, little Gosling. You touched so many lives. And landed gently in our hearts.
--WR